Whenever I see myself now, I see tendrils of age and experience etched in the skin.
I saw her once, recently. I didn't see the girl I knew but a barren plateau of a person. She had thrust up her life in the flush of her youth and never captured it again. I realized that she had truly died a very long time ago.
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7 Reasons for Dying Young
Short StorySome live forever. Some die young. For many, a perfect reality can only last so long... ----- All rights reserved.
